Sunday 29 June 2014

Out There



 

Death in youth is the worst thing in life.

 

Shadows, night falls

Like a wounded lamb.

Young blood, runs cold

Tides that rush the land.

 

Someone looks out the window in the dark,

Out there, is there anyone who knows?

 

Sister moon, her love blooms under your light; tonight.

 

Blue light, did you come into my room?

Sleepwalk, and I woke clawing at your name…

 

Sleeptalk you call me from far above;

Out there, is where an angel shouldn’t go.

 

Sister moon, her love blooms under your light; tonight.

 

Out there is where, I wish you well.

Out there is where, you and I die.

Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 1994

 

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